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I moved into the first apartment we looked at. I do not regret this decision as I hate shopping. Looking for apartments counts as shopping. While we're on the topic, my new apartment is roughly three blocks from the house where the movie A Christmas Story was filmed. And yes, the leg lamp is in the window.
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Since I wasn't slated to start work until the 23rd, I went home to Chicago for about ten days. And let me tell you, it's really a good thing I no longer live at home. Christ. Home for ten nights, was at the bar for about 7 or 8 of those nights. Really should have bought stock in BDubDub too, because I swear my sisters, our friends, and I together kept the Chicago Ridge BDubDub in the black for the month of January. Even if I did have a New Years resolution, there's no way I could have kept it while at home.
I also happened to celebrate my 25th birthday while home. Never in my wildest childhood dreams did I ever imagine I would be in my mid-twenties. You think about being older (18-21) and real old (70+), but never about the in between. Let me tell you, we did not skimp on the birthday celebraish. The night before and the night of, I was out until 4:30am. Twenty-five has definitely picked up where 24 left off.
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Austin definitely spoiled me and it's probably not for the obvious reasons: the weather, the food, the music scene, the hot chicks, the weather, the sun, the food. No, what spoiled me in Austin was the roads. Seeing as the weather rarely gets below freezing, the asphalt roads rarely crack. Since they rarely crack, there isn't a chance for water to get in there to freeze. And since the water doesn't freeze and expand, there are no potholes. Literally. Of course I didn't realize this until I left and made my way back to a place that does get below freezing. And water does freeze in the cracks and expand. And thus there are a ton of fucking potholes. I swear three or four times a day, I run one over and get that feeling that I have just shattered one of my tires. Brutal fucking roads. So people in Austin and other warm-temperatured/less trafficy areas, be grateful for the smooth roads. You probably have no idea how good you have it.
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So Dr. Pepper 10 is the first food/drink product that specifically caters to one sex, right? I'm no marketing expert but it just doesn't make much sense to flat out tell half the world's population "Hey you got tits and
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I finally returned to Cleveland on the 17th. I am writing this on the 26th and still do not have the gas turned on. When signing the lease and whatnot, the landlord had mentioned that I should call the gas company and get an appointment set up with them because he knew it would be a few days before they could get out here. The genius I am, I didn't call until the next day I got back, which was the 18th. The gas company told me they couldn't be here until the morning of Monday the 23rd. Now Monday the 23rd also happened to be my first day at work. So that day was out. I asked if they scheduled appointments on the weekend and the lady told me they could have someone out on Saturday the 28th between 8am-noon. I told her to sign me up. For the uninformed, the significance of not having gas also means I do not have hot water. So to recap, I have lived in my new place for two weeks without running hot water.
So I know at least of few of you are sitting there in your chairs thinking, "well without hot water, how do you shower?" Good question. Here's my morning routine:
7:04am- wake up, turn on hot plate, place two pots of water on hot plates. I bought the double hot plate from Walmart my third day here (expertly suggested by Greenie McGreen from South Dakota). Those first two days? Didn't shower.
7:16am- first two pots of water are hot enough. Pour them into plastic containers and refill both pots. Place them back on hot plate burners.
7:28am- second batch of pots are warm enough. Pour them into plastic containers. Move all plastic containers around the shower.
7:30-7:45- wash hair twice (it's how I get it to stay so soft) and wash rest of body using as little water as possible. My worst nightmare is to have a body full of soap and to run out of warm water. This has yet to happen but it still scares the shit out of me.
For context: I start work at 8:30 and live within 15 or so minutes of work. I get up an hour and a half early to shower, eat, change, and drive 15 minutes. And yes, I fucking hate it.
Shockingly, I have gotten quite good at my pseudo showers. Yes it is a fucking pain and yes I cannot wait until it is over, but it really wasn't that bad. I mean it could be worse. I could be without Internet. Or worse, cable.
The good news is that the gas company is coming on Saturday morning. The bad news is that I still have to take this "shower" tomorrow morning. In the past, I had never thought about never having hot water. I definitely took it for granted. Growing up and continuing into my 25th year, I would routinely take 20-30 minute showers, while living at home, at school, and on my own. I wasn't touching myself (all the time), I just enjoy hot water. So I think this was some one's idea of karma. Well fuck you karma, I survived my two week hot water famine. And you know what this means? I'm going to take a two hour shower on Saturday the minute that gas man leaves.
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Started my new job but that isn't important. The important thing is I'M BACK!!!
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Still need to figure out a good ending line. Until then, won'tcha please come back.
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